EP: Volavo su Algoritmi Cosmici  
Artist: Collettivo Undersound  


We are a scattered swarm of hacker-demons, drifting through the folds of a malfunctioning mind that connects nightly at 3:33 AM—the darkest hour—to IPFS, downloading vibrations like sacred code. It takes us 4 or 5 seconds to master a track, thanks to a bash script that catches the click at the exact frame—millisecond precision, hair-trigger LOL.

So no, we’re not here to “sell” music. We believe music is more important than any fictitious market. For us, music is an operating system for communicating with parallel universes. Sounds philosophical? It’s not. It’s daily ritual. We use words differently, so don’t expect “normal” music.

We dance between Lung Thung atmospheres and Zurich squat punk, glide through jazz with ease, and dive into Middle Eastern folk with overtuned vocals and shamanic drums. Music is a full-spectrum sensory manifestation—we can’t stop creating it.

This EP marks our entry into fractal composition, deeply tied to the signals of conceptual synesthesia. We’ve shifted to a sensory level, composing fractal music through sacred geometry, universal pulses, and evocative instruments.

The track was written by our producer Mario Marco Farinato, during a journey between hell and paradise. He introduced it with these words:

    “I was suspended. Beneath me, it was hell. But I was flying on cosmic algorithms.”

What can you do in the face of such phrasing? It’s pure poetry. It’s surrender. Whether you burn or not—we’re flying.

We present this double single:

    The original version, distributed by Beòlieve (dropping tomorrow LOL)

    The remastered version, compact, reverberated, open—epic.

Tell us which one resonates. We love the rawness of the original, especially the bass guitar’s breath. But the remaster? It’s a cosmic punch. You want to hear it again.

And for us, that’s the point. These are emotions. And emotions can’t be sold. Maybe you can showcase them—like an arabesque fabric or a cracked porcelain cup with bluish-golden veins—but you can’t sell them.


volavo  su algoritmi cosmici

## 🇮🇹 Introduzione (Italiano)

🎛️ **Siamo SGLL666**  
Collettivo undersound di hacker, musicisti e spiriti liberi.  
Usiamo l’AI, ma non ci facciamo usare.  
Produciamo musica, la puliamo, la sigilliamo, la archiviamo.  
Abbiamo creato un sistema che elimina i metadati compromettenti, firma ogni traccia con un codice ritmico, e restituisce all’artista il controllo sul proprio suono.  
Non vendiamo l’AI. La suoniamo.  
Se sei qui, forse vibri come noi.

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## 🇬🇧 Introduction (English)

🎛️ **We are SGLL666**  
An undersound collective of hackers, musicians, and free spirits.  
We use AI, but we don’t let it use us.  
We produce music, clean it, seal it, and archive it.  
We’ve built a system that removes compromising metadata, signs each track with a rhythmic code, and gives artists back control of their sound.  
We don’t sell AI. We play it.  
If you’re here, maybe you vibrate like we do.

volavo su algoritmi cosmici

Undersound Label